(18+) The Guest (Complete)

Ch. 37: Goddammit!

"Hi, baby. How are you?"

"Michael? Did you tell Pedro that I'd made plans for my parents' anniversary?"

"Uhm..."

"Michael?"

The silence that followed was answer enough.

"I can't believe you! Is there something else I've allegedly said, or decisions made over my head that I need to know about?"

He giggled a little.

"Only that you're recently divorced and have three kids with three different men."

"What?! I've never said that! And that's not even true."

"I know. But 'The Mirror' claims so. You even did an interview with them over the phone."

I scoffed.

"Please say you don't believe in that. It's just lies. They gotta mix me up with someone else."

"I know, baby. Don't worry about it. I have people trying to fix it. And if they don't listen, I'm suing."

"Suing? But that costs a lot of money!"

"Yeah. For them," he snickered.

"Honestly. Don't worry about it. They come up with crap like that all the time."

"But why can't they stick to the truth? Or something close to the truth, at least?"

"Trust me. I've asked myself that question too many times before. But they just love to hound me to get their sale numbers up."

There was a long pause between us.

"I miss you," he said, and sounded sad.

"I miss you too."

Then I remembered the time difference.

"Aren't you supposed to sleep now?"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"You're not here."

"Come on. You know that's not the reason."

"It is. A big part of it, at least. And my sleeping schedule is pretty fucked up after traveling all over the world a huge part of my life. But somehow when you were here, my insomnia wasn't that bad."

I awed in sympathy, because I tried to imagine how exhausting it was to live like that. Then I giggled.

"You need someone to wear you out?"

"That would definitely help," he said and chuckled too. Then he hummed.
"Don't talk about that. You're waking him up."

I was glad he couldn't see me blush, and I bit my lip for a moment, trying to chase away the thoughts of him on top of me, ready to claim my body. I didn't succeed much.

"Too late," he mumbled not long after, and I giggled a little.

"Too bad you're so far away, then."

"You're horny too?"

"Noooo," I lied.

"Are you lying in bed?" he asked, obviously not believing me. And he was right. The fire in my lower regions had already made a wet spot in my panties.

"Yeah."

"Are you naked?"

"No."

"Take off your clothes."